Friday, June 26, 2009

Word around the campfire is that the Warner Bros couriers (yeah, the guys who schlep scripts to your boss's house in Calabasas because big Hollywood execs can't be troubled use their home printer) are no longer allowed to take paid lunch. So next time you send something along, be nice and pack these folks a lunch. Or at least a handful of office candy.

Temps are the lowest life form in Hollywood. They are lower than assistants. Lower than those in the mail room. Lower than everyone. Why? Because they are completely disposable. You don't like the temp. Get a new one. (Oh and we don't get health insurance, paid vacation, 401k, etc.) I am one of those barnacles on the hull of the good ship "Hollywood." These are my stories.